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Gucci Mane

Monday To Sunday

 

Monday To Sunday

(album: Gucci Mane Presents: So Icy Summer - 2020)


(Pablo, you crazy for this one)
(Damn you went Beats Mode on this one)

[Pooh Shiesty:]
I turn Sonic for money, in the trap Monday to Sunday
Clientele steady pumping, Draco shells, they're what we dumping (Brrt)
I'm familiar with junkies, see my face and they come running (Yo)
Two Instagram hoes from Compton, I snatched 'em up out my comments (Let's go)
Them regular clips ain't enough (Nope), if you tote a Glock, put a drum in it (Brrt)
Tryna catch up to me? There's gon' be a whole lotta running (Runnin')
Eyes in my rearview mirror, I'm on point, won't go for nothing
Got twenty shots left up in the K, thought I shot the whole hundred

[Lil Baby:]
Pay my ties at church from hustling, even the pastor know we thugging (Amen)
My lil' cousin shot my brother, my brother got back, don't fuck with my cousin
We got Glocks from seventeen, shoot .33, we ain't going for nothing (Nothin')
He tried do what I do and I do what I do, he really my baby boy
Kel Tec 223 with a hundred round drum, that's probably my favorite gun
Everybody know how it go, seen bro on bro, on God, we ain't shooting no ones
Baby got mills, I come through, foreign
Sell these bands if it ain't no touring
Fresh white tee and some Off White Jordans
Trackhawk too loud, it don't need no horn
Keep my weed, I need my drugs
Got two shells, gotta feed my sons
Soon as my feet hear the screech I run
Run through weed every week, buy tons
Nigga, I'ma speak, ain't bite my tongue
Only one that's having that shit where I'm from
Been running shit ever since I was young
Fuck all my teachers, said I wouldn't be nothing

[Pooh Shiesty:]
I turn Sonic for money, in the trap Monday to Sunday
Clientele steady pumping, Draco shells, they're what we dumping (Brrt)
I'm familiar with junkies, see my face and they come running (Yo)
Two Instagram hoes from Compton, I snatched 'em up out my comments (Let's go)
Them regular clips ain't enough (Nope), if you tote a Glock, put a drum in it (Brrt)
Tryna catch up to me? There's gon' be a whole lotta running (Runnin')
Eyes in my rearview mirror, I'm on point, won't go for nothing
Got twenty shots left up in the K, thought I shot the whole hundred

[Big 30:]
Draco knocked a chunk up out his back like he working for Apple
Shie just poured a six up in the Sprite, I pour eight in the Snapple
If I catch this opp all by myself, I'ma spray him without 'em
Smoke back to back in the Audi, we got the whole party clouding
Rocked his ass to sleep, we slimed him out after we took him in
He was clubbing with the other side, we had to cook his ass
We just shook they block in [?] but we had Texas tag
Dropped his ass then hit his nigga up so we burnt up the Jag
And my hood treat me like Baby, four packs of Fentanyl on me
Hate to serve your little old lady but granny keep calling me
Any chopper hit, 'bout eighty ten shot for who following me
And these skreets is eat or get ate, ain't no niggas swallowing me (Brr)

[Pooh Shiesty:]
I turn Sonic for money, in the trap Monday to Sunday
Clientele steady pumping, Draco shells, they're what we dumping (Brrt)
I'm familiar with junkies, see my face and they come running (Yo)
Two Instagram hoes from Compton, I snatched 'em up out my comments (Let's go)
Them regular clips ain't enough (Nope), if you tote a Glock, put a drum in it (Brrt)
Tryna catch up to me? There's gon' be a whole lotta running (Runnin')
Eyes in my rearview mirror, I'm on point, won't go for nothing
Got twenty shots left up in the K, thought I shot the whole hundred

See something, I've got to have it, tuck your chain before I grab it
(Ayy, tuck your chain, brrt)
Spin the block in the caddy, these F&N's black and plastic (Brrt)
Ms Gladys raised a savage, they said I shoot like my daddy (My daddy)
Spent thirty-eight racks to fix my smile [?] Kardashian
Ayy, thirty-eight racks to fix my grill, fifteen, eighty or two (Bling)
Bitch talking 'bout us settling down but I'm fucking her crew (She know it)
3754, pockets full, choppers and residue (Brrt)
We certified like the truth, bitch, it's 30, Baby and Pooh (Brrt)

done

Did you add all the unfamiliar words from this song?